Chapter 14
Next day, Spencer called him up.
“We’re leaving for the mountain house, so pack for a few days and get the car.”
Duncan wanted to say something but the call cut. Shit. He packed quickly, swiped his toiletries in a small bag, and dressed up. Going to the garage, he took the keys, and started the car. Wondering what Spencer had in mind, again.
He drove to the house, watching Spencer stand there with a small suitcase on wheels.
He got out and put his luggage away, holding the door for him then.
A bit puzzled that Spencer was wearing jeans, even if they seemed to have been shredded by a tiger, and a loose black T-shirt which had slipped down his shoulder.
“We’re picking up my friends downtown.” Winking as he sat in the car. “Party time.”
“Wonderful…” Duncan rolled his eyes and closed the door. Wondering if Spencer would just ignore him with all those friends around…
He drove to the address Spencer had sent him, parking the car next to the sidewalk in front of a small park. Jolting at a hand on his shoulder, at Spencer crawling to the front over the middle, squeezing between the seats.
Duncan blinked at him when he had settled. “You could have used the doors…”
Spencer grinned. “Where’s the fun in that?”
“Where are your friends? I’m not allowed to park here for long.”
He glanced at his phone. “Oh, they cancelled. Shame.”
Duncan sighed, his hands clenching on the wheel.
Spencer tapped his shoulder. “Just drive there.” Buckling up.
Duncan looked at him. “You’re sure? You’ll be alone there.”
Spencer’s dark eyes went to him with that mocking light diluted in amusement. “Alone? And you?”
“I mean…”
Spencer slid his hand on Duncan’s thigh, squeezing. “Unless you don’t want us to go there… alone…”
Duncan’s chest filled with warmth at his touch. “You planned this?”
Spencer shrugged. “Maybe I did… maybe they cancelled… fuck knows.”
“You’re staying in the front?” Steering the car into the traffic.
Spencer just grazed Duncan’s thigh. “Yes… so I can do indecent things to you.” Gliding his hand to Duncan’s crotch, he just squeezed his cock, stroking.
Duncan was trying to concentrate on driving but it became very hard. Blowing a breath as he took the belt to the highway. “Keep doing this and we might just crash.”
Spencer eyed his lap. “I could just suck you off now…”
Duncan glanced at him. “What?”
Fiddling with his buttons on his fly. “Yes… a first too. I never sucked cock.”
Duncan pushed his hand away. “And maybe then it shouldn’t be in the car whilst I’m driving.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m fucking driving…” Losing his voice at Spencer prying his hand away from his fly.
“Relax, Righteous…” Popping his buttons open, seeing that bulge in Duncan’s boxers. Grazing it. Hard. Delicious. “Mhm…” Pushing his hand in as he pulled the boxers’ hem down, he freed Duncan’s cock. Stroking it, pulling his foreskin back a bit.
Duncan’s eyes went a bit wide. “Jesus…”
“…hold the wheel.” Chuckling at Duncan’s amusement laced with anger, his hands gripping the wheel. “Tell me you don’t want me to make you come now… tell me and I’ll stop.” Lazy strokes, his hand wrapped around that warm, hard silkiness.
“Damn you…”
“That’s a yes, Righteous… I knew it. Tell me if I suck… literally.” Grinning, that lush hair framing his gorgeous face, his eyes, flooded with light as the road run, the landscape.
“You better finish before we leave the highway…”
“You better finish.”
A glint of his eyes and his hair spread on Duncan’s thighs as he took his cock in his mouth.
Smiling at Duncan’s moan. Spencer sort of knew what it felt like to be sucked off, but he had never done it.
Still, the moment he had Duncan’s cock in his mouth, felt his taste, that salty precum on his tongue, it just felt right.
He knew what he had to do, holding him, jerking him off whilst he bobbed his head and let that hard cock bump into the back of his throat, his saliva flooding his mouth, slicking it up.
Freeing his balls too from that tight space, stroking them as he kept sucking and jerking him off.
Licking the tip, swirling his tongue on it when he had pulled the foreskin back all the way.
Duncan’s eyes wide on the road, he moaned softly, glancing down sometimes, fast, not to lose himself in the sight.
Still, the temptation was too strong to take his right hand off the wheel, and push it into Spencer’s hair.
Hesitating, but Spencer just moaned and he clenched his fingers in that silk hair.
Jesus… Heaving a bit, he didn’t push on his head, but just followed his moves, holding his hair in that firm, soft grip.
Wondering what Spencer would do if he came.
Knowing he could not hold back for long.
Spencer just bathed in Duncan’s taste, feeling how hard he had become, riding that thrill, that gentle pain on his scalp flowing down his spine to his own cock.
Knowing he was hard too, but he kept going, wanting him to lose it.
Wanting it all. Dazed a bit, floating, sucking him off harder, jerking him off to the rhythm of his head, feeling his fingers clench in his hair.
Chuckling when he pulled off, holding his cock tight, giving a large lick to the tip.
“Close?”
Duncan just pushed his head back softly. “Shut up…”
Spencer snickered and went back to pushing him in all the way, earning a deep moan.
Knowing he was close, he didn’t even have to wait long, jerking and sucking, his tongue dancing on that hard cock, his velvet skin.
His taste on his tongue, his hips matching his moves.
That deep moan as he flooded Spencer’s mouth, and Spencer swallowed, not even wanting to move from there, Duncan’s taste making him float, that thrill rushing down his body as he swallowed every drop.
Licking him clean, smiling at his moans, his ragged breathing.
Duncan spread that grip into a caress. Glancing down into his eyes. “Fuck…”
Spencer sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Not a drop spilled.”
Duncan laughed softly, still floating on that orgasm as his blood burned. “That was some blowjob.”
“Really?”
“Your first? I have a hard time believing it.”
“But it’s true.”
“A-star.”
“Really? I’m flattered.” Spencer smirked. “Keeping the car straight is an amazing achievement too.”
“Thanks…”
Spencer pulled his boxers up on that resting cock. “No need to button up. We’ll undress at the house.”
“Thanks…”
He turned to the back and opened the drink cabinet, pulling a Coke out and a small bottle of whiskey. He handed the Coke to Duncan. “Chug half of it down so I can make a drink for myself.”
Duncan took it. “You’re sure?”
“Yes… I haven’t drank that much this morning…” Giving an almost pissed look at him. “Not because you keep reminding me how I shouldn’t…”
Duncan took a large swig of the Coke, and handed the bottle back to him. “I don’t want to tell you shit, ok? It’s your life, and your decisions.”
“But you resent it.” Spencer filled the bottle up with whiskey, sipping it.
Duncan sighed. “So what? I have my reasons, but this is you… what you do, and I don’t have the right to try and make you stop.”
“I could stop whenever I wanted.” It came out with a false conviction, his voice faltering at what he knew and didn’t want to face, at all.
“Good to hear.” Knowing they were both lying fucks.
Leaving the highway to take those mountain roads, those tall pine trees lining the road.
Spencer’s eyes were lost to them, but also a small thrill in him, knowing they would be alone in that small haven.
Something he had never done, this, being alone here with someone he was having sex with.
Sex… Swallowing at his thoughts, that mess in his head, squeezing his lungs and his throat.
Drinking to set fire to his blood and his brain, to wash some courage into his heart.
By the time they got there, he was mildly drunk, he knew, but he just caught Duncan’s arm when they got out.
“Go to the security cabinet and disable the cameras. Send a message to Martin that you’ll take care of us.” Catching that light of doubt in his eyes, he smiled. “You have to do it, unless you want them to watch as we fuck in the hot tub.”
Duncan’s face colored. “Uh… ok…”
He went and disabled the cameras, then messaged Martin. The reply came almost straight away.
-alright. Have fun with those assholes.
Duncan sighed, the nerves eating his stomach, because this was a place of beauty but he also remembered their last disastrous time here.
Spencer walked to him, holding two glasses. “Here. Lemonade for Righteous, and a whiskey for the idiot.” He toasted him, but Duncan caught his hand.
“You’re not an idiot.”
“Whatever you say.” Bitter, but he let his hand in Duncan’s.
“Care for a swim?”
“I’d rather rot with you in the hot tub.” Putting his drink down, he just stripped naked.
Duncan looked around, but Spencer caught his hand. “Strip because there’s nobody here but us, and I love being naked. Cameras are off, so fuck clothes.”
Duncan smiled and obeyed him, still feeling a bit off in his skin, but Spencer grabbed his hand and tugged him into that bubbling pool.
He pushed Duncan to sit and straddled him, letting Duncan hold his ass as his hands went around his neck.
Leaning down to kiss him, slow, lush strokes of their tongues until they just melted into that kiss, mouths wide.
Deep, hard, drowning in each other, in that lush light, in that silence of the whispering trees.
His tastes laced with whiskey, that fire on his tongue.
Duncan just pulled him closer, gliding his hands up his back, their cock brushing in that warm water.
Their eyes meeting as Spencer broke the kiss to breathe, pushing his forehead against Duncan’s then. Trying to breathe when his lungs were squeezed tight, when his heart was threatening to break his ribs. Madness… it’s just sex… a good fuck…